There’s a little girl in my head & she screams “unloved! unloved! unloved!” every moment of my life
There’s a little girl in my head & she screams “unloved! unloved! unloved!” every moment of my life
“Tender night, vast and secretive night,”
— Marcel Proust, from The Complete Short Stories; “Violante or High Society,”
“Her ancient gestures, her perfume, the infinite intimacy of her rage,”
— Christina Peri-Rossi, tr. by Carol Thickstunt, from “The Bacchante,”
i feel like every year just seems to get progressively more surreal to me so at this point i really am just waiting to disconnect from the flow of time entirely
“I must have two sides, two mouths, two minds, two lives: one that worries about the future while the other sleepwalks through the fire.”
— David Hernandez, closing lines to “Water Soluble Dreams,” Memorius (no. 26, June 2016).
“I must shoulder my aloneness somehow, and begin to be nobler.”
— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”
““it is only once in a while that you see someone whose electricity and prescence matches yours at that moment””
— Charles Bukowski, from ”once in a while”
“I do not exist. There is nothing left.”
— Euripides, from Hekabe, Grief Lessons: Four Plays tr. Anne Carson
“I know the anger that lies inside of me like I know the beat of my heart and the taste of my spit. It is easier to be angry than to hurt. Anger is what I do best. It is easier to be furious than to be yearning.”
— Audre Lorde, Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches